After I walked my 7-year-old daughter to her mom’s car for weekend visitation, she slipped a note into my pocket. ‘Don’t read until I’m gone.’ I waited five minutes and opened it. ‘Dad, check under your bed tonight. Grandma hid something there yesterday.’ I rushed inside the house and lifted the mattress. What I found made me call 911 immediately.
The Honda Civic’s tail lights dissolved into the gray October mist, carrying my heart away for another two weeks. Thomas
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